CHOSEN HOLLOW

Ash in the wind…

Cinders in my lungs…

The bell has tolled again.

Wake in the crypt where the silence screams,

Dust in my veins, ember in my dreams,

Brand on my flesh like a curse engraved,

Born to be broken, too stubborn to cave.

Bonfires flicker like dying stars,

Every rebirth just reopens scars,

Steel in my grip, blood on the stone,

Walk through the abyss, but I walk alone.

Kings turned hollow, thrones turned grave,

Giants and gods that the fire once saved,

Now they’re just echoes that beg me to see—

“Link the flame… or let it all be.”

Armor in tatters, resolve in chains,

Hope is a rumor the darkness drains,

Yet still I rise when the daylight dies—

A chosen corpse with a warrior’s eyes.

I am the hollow that carries the flame,

Cursed by the fire, reborn by the pain,

Ashes to ashes, I answer the call,

If the world must burn—then let it burn through me all.

I am the ember that won’t fade away,

Bound to the cycle, no matter the cost I pay,

Kneel to the fire, or shatter the sky—

Chosen hollow… I refuse to die.

Graveyards of lords in the fog I tread,

Crown of regret on an undead head,

Legends I slaughter, myths I defy,

Every god bleeds when they look in my eyes.

Shadows whisper, “End it. Be free.”

Let the age darken eternally.

But freedom tastes like a poisoned blade—

Every choice is a debt unpaid.

Through catacombs and the dragon’s breath,

Through cursed cities that worship death,

Through broken oaths and fallen knights,

Through endless dusk and fading light.

I’ve seen the fire in its prime divine,

Golden and cruel in its grand design,

Now it flickers—weak and thin,

Starving for fuel… for flesh… for skin.

I am the hollow that carries the flame,

Cursed by the fire, reborn by the pain,

Ashes to ashes, I answer the call,

If the world must burn—then let it burn through me all. I am the ember that won’t fade away,

Bound to the cycle, no matter the cost I pay,

Kneel to the fire, or shatter the sky—

Chosen hollow… I refuse to die.

What is a hero but fuel for the pyre?

What is a kingdom but kindling for fire?

Every sunrise just tightens the chain…

Every rebirth reawakens the pain.

Yet in the dark where the silence grows,

In the cold where no light glows,

I hear a whisper beneath the flame—

“You are more than a pawn in this game.”

I am the hollow that carries the flame,

Cursed by the fire, reborn by the pain,

Ashes to ashes, I answer the call,

If the world must burn—then let it burn through me all.I am the ember that won’t fade away,

Bound to the cycle, no matter the cost I pay,

Fall to the fire, let destiny cry—

Chosen hollow… I burn so the so the world won’t die

From ash to flame… I will rise